I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.
Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
Poetry is life distilled.
I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.
Each body has its art.
Words can do wonderful things. They pound, purr. They can urge, they can wheedle, whip, whine. They can sing, sass, singe. They can churn, check, channelize. They can be a "Hup two three four." They can forge a fiery army of a hundred languid men.